if you close your eyes, then you disappear, and everything internal feels perennial
perennial like the silence of the ancient nights
the result of that mixture was first of all alive, quick and biting
in the scathing analysis of hidden intentions
Sometimes when it rains it disappears from sight by camouflage
the natural camouflage of what has not yet been
This time I tried making this in a different way and with a different person, can you see what that new way was? But the best of all was that this whole poem evocated on us the same image, can you see it too?
E N J O Y !
